Remake of Jean Renoir's French film La Chienne (1931) is a grotesque love triangle between Joan Bennett's slovenly sex worker, her stupid braggart pimp (Dan Duryea) and Edward G. Robinson as a middle aged downtrodden husband regrettably infatuated with Bennett.
Chris Cross (Robinson) is weekend painter who discovers he is a genius only when his paintings are stolen and sold by the others but fate decides he should not receive any of the rewards and leads him deep down into murder and madness.
Robinson is startlingly submissive as the humiliated older man tormented and mocked by Kitty March (Bennett). He kneels to paint her toenails ('make them masterpieces'), wears his wife's frilly apron in the kitchen and is constantly harangued to carry out menial kitchen tasks by his bullying wife after a long day at the bank. There is a strong theme of sexual fetish in the film, which is very noir.
Scarlet Street is an extremely downbeat film and oddly the note of the absurd just makes it even more desolate. It has the tight, schematic narrative of a parable as it relentlessly punishes Robinson for straying from his designated path. Bennett is particularly good as the uncouth slattern who claims Cross' modernist masterpieces as her own. It's has an atmosphere that lingers long in the memory.